Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

As soon as Hu Zi stepped into the game, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right.

It was so quiet.

In the past at this time, the bureau was full of hustle and bustle, but today everyone is nestled in their workstations, not making noise, not looking through documents, and everyone is honestly waiting to get off work.

"Hey, is this the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty? Why hasn't the talisman I ordered arrived yet?"

"What, it's out of stock?"

"This can't be, I obviously ordered a week in advance, why haven't the goods been delivered to me yet?"

beep beep——

When Xiao Li asked again, he was very busy there. After explaining casually for a while, he hung up the phone in a hurry. It seemed that he was so busy that he couldn't even attend to the business of the Control Bureau. .

"Li Kai, what kind of talisman do you buy?" Huzi asked curiously, "We have a lot of talismans in the bureau, you can go through the internal purchase channel."

Li Kai wanted to cry but said without tears: "It's gone, it's all gone a month ago, there's not even a single talisman or seal left."

Huzi opened the intranet system and took a look, oh well, it's true, even some suppression charms, heart-clearing charms, and magic-fixing charms are gone. The system shows that it will take at least a week to supply them.

"how so?"

Hu Zi was puzzled, "Why are you rushing to buy this kind of talisman?"

"Brother Huzi, haven't you looked at the calendar?"

Li Kai was surprised, and then took the calendar, on which there was a special day circled with a red pen.

[Lunar calendar, July and a half]

Huzi muttered subconsciously, "It's nothing, isn't it just to pay homage to the ancestors, to mourn the ancestors..."

Soon, he realized something was wrong and yelled out.

"Fuck!"

"Today is Ghost Festival, Ghost Festival?!"

If it were before Spiritual Qi revived, the Ghost Festival would be nothing, but what era is it now? Spiritual Qi has revived, and ghosts and ghosts have become reality!

Aren't those evil spirits going to leave the gate of hell and make a big fuss in the world?

Thinking of these scenes, Huzi couldn't help but shudder.

"Today is the most difficult day for us every year."

Li Kai's voice was heavy and sad, "I can tell you a set of statistics. Since the recovery of Spiritual Qi, our people, at this time every year, will lose almost one-third."

Not only Ghosts, on this day of Hungry Ghost Festival, when the yin qi is strong and the yang qi is weak, many evil monsters will emerge, and their strength will be strengthened many times.

There is already a shortage of manpower, and it involves the whole of China. It can be said that they are fighting with their lives today.

Whether you can see the sun tomorrow depends entirely on fate.

"This can't be done, we have a national weapon, so we have to use it in this case?"

Li Kai smiled wryly, "The sacrifice of data I just said was under the condition of using all the suppressors."

"If you don't use the suppressor, as early as the first year of Spiritual Qi's recovery, the whole of China will become a ghost paradise."

They are not too quiet.

Instead, they were all preparing for tonight's birthday, and a suicide note was placed on everyone's desk.

Gradually.

In the entire control bureau, there is an unknown sense of tragedy.

Suddenly, Hu Zi realized a problem: "No, if there is a big action tonight, the higher-ups should have issued an order."

Li Kai was also taken aback, "That's right, it's almost noon, why hasn't the mobilization order come down yet?"

In the past, in the week before the Ghost Festival, the relevant orders and deployments had been issued long ago, and the areas that everyone needed to be responsible for guarding would be divided.

Why is there no sound at all this year?

"Why do you look so lifeless in this game?"

An Changmin's voice suddenly sounded here.

At the projection place, the screen opened. At this time, he was wearing a black uniform and standing in the general conference room.

"Headquarters Security, what's the situation now, has today's operation been deployed?" Huzi asked urgently.

"Don't be so nervous, this year will be a turning point, and we will not have such a big sacrifice in the future."

Thinking of the sacrifice data in the past, An Changmin's voice also lowered.

"Why?"

Everyone can't understand.

An Changmin said solemnly: "Because we have the Yin Division and the City God."

At this moment, Huzi's cell phone rang.

[Yellow Springs host]: "Brother Huzi, today we are going to have an underground event, can't we come to the gate of hell to play?"

...

Today's Town God's Temple is extremely prosperous.

On both sides of the road, ingots of heaven and earth, paper money of Yinsi, filled the air with a scent of incense.

After the worship, people hurried home again, closed the door, closed the window, and began to sacrifice.

subsequently.

Even if you are killed, you dare not go out.

"Young man, today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, why don't you buy some evil-suppressing things and go back?"

An old man in his seventies wearing a mandarin jacket suddenly yelled at Su Ze who was passing by.

The old man's body bones are very strong, and after shrinking his figure, there are still clear muscles under the dry skin. It can be seen that the old man did not exercise less when he was young.

"This knife has followed me in the northern frontier to fight against the enemy for ten years. It has killed thousands of enemies. The killing intent is astonishing. Even idle evil spirits dare not get close. It can definitely protect you tonight."

A big knife that could not tell whether it was rust or blood was left on the table by the old man, and the passers-by covered their noses and walked away quickly with disgust on their faces.

"This old man is here again, selling a broken knife like crazy every year."

"Just this kind of rusty knife, I think it's unsuitable to use it as a kitchen knife when I go back. How can he sell it for 10 million? He's really crazy about money!"

"Shh, let's build up some morals. It's not easy for the elderly. His son is sick in bed and needs a lot of money for treatment. When he was young, he really joined the Broadsword Team to guard the frontier in the north."

...

Su Ze stepped forward, looked at the knife on the table, nodded and said, "It's really a good knife."

The old man was suddenly excited, "Young man, I have been selling here for three years, and you are the first person to praise me for this knife."

"In this way, treasured swords are easy to get, but masters are hard to find. Seeing that you and this sword are destined for you, I will sell it to you for eight million yuan at a cheaper price."

Su Ze smiled: "For this knife, 8 million is a cheap sale."

"It's just a pity that although the knife is good, it doesn't belong to me."

The old man's expression suddenly dimmed.

"However, the iron blood and fortitude in this knife alone are worth eight million."

Su Ze said softly, and then put a Medicine Pill on his table.

"Young man, you are..."

The old man looked at the Medicine Pill on the table and stared at it, but he never dared to touch it. He was afraid that it was a fake, it was Xuanqing Pill!

Some time ago Yaowanggu opened a furnace for pill refining, and it took thousands of furnaces to refine it, and it barely produced one furnace, which became three Xuanqing pills.

Why is he so clear?

That's because he wanted 10 million, and he just wanted to buy a Xuanqi Pill with a similar effect to the Xuanqing Pill, but a much lower grade, to treat his own son!

Those three Xuanqing pills were finally sold for a high price of tens of billions!

"Old man, hurry back with the Medicine Pill, Heavenly Horse will be black."

Su Ze waved his hand and returned to the orphanage.

The dean and the others have already prepared everything and are waiting for him to close the door for dinner.

Although there is no need to worry about unclean things coming to the orphanage, there should still be a sense of ritual.

It's just that Huzi was about to go on a mission and didn't come back.

talking.

Su Ze patted the old locust tree twice, as if to say, you should work hard.